Tad Doyle, PT (post-“TAD”). A particularly crushing album, thanks in part to the superior production of Jack Endino, as well a band of seasoned vets. Tad wails with the passion of a animal being slaughtered, with guitar riffs pounding like cleavers on a butcher block.
“Every now and then a band comes along and reminds us what rock and roll is all about. It’s not spending ten thousand dollars on the right microphone, wasting two weeks in a studio getting a guitar solo just right, or having all the red M&M’s picked out of your candy dish backstage. It’s about rocking. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Hog Molly.” – REVIEW-O-MATIC